Thread: Messed up wish list

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Popular game on another forum..
the rules are as follows, the first person makes a wish .. the second person "grants" the wish but messes it up .. like the monkey paw. The first person then makes there wish and leaves it at the hands of the next person. I will start it.
I wish I had a million dollars.

Poof you have a mililon dollars. Unfortunately it's all counterfeit. But the IRS doesn't care. You have to pay half a million in taxes in REAL money.

I wish I could find a job.

Granted...
You now work for the IRS. You must now count the half million dollars I paid in taxes..Too bad I sent it all in unrolled pennies!
(I hope you really do find a job, though..)

I wish I ruled the world

Ahhh, Morbius, you are now King of all you survey. And your new currency is those unrolled pennies. You spend all your time trying to hire someone to count them all to make sure you don't get cheated. In the meantime, since you don't have any currency, your kingdom (the world) goes bankrupt and the peasants overthrow you.

I wish my cat was a better mouser.

Poof! You now have a cat that kills mice in a heart beat, unfortunately, it is a Black Jaguar, and now dogs, neighborhood kids, and post men keep coming up missing and your couch is nothing but scraps of foam and fabic!

I wish the temps would stay between 50 and 75 all year long!

Granted!

Your business is thriving..well, it was, but it seems all the "Temps" you hired are between 50 and 75 years old..not much gets done, and the healthcare benefits you are paying is bankrupting you.

I wish food was free.

Shazaaam. All food is now free. Unfortunately, since they can't pay people to harvest it, or process it (gotta keep it free ya know), all the food rots in the field. If you do manage to find some at the store, it's contaminated with salmonella and you get violently sick and die.

I wish I could get off my butt and clean the house.

Kapow!

After many hours of agonizing pain and dulling 20 packs of razor blades, you finally manage to remove your butt.
Bleeding profusely, you clean your house until you pass out and die.

I wish I had a pro haunt.

Shhhkkkkiizzit!
You now have a Pro Haunt. Professional lawyers, golfers, doctors, dancers, and various other professionals occupy your haunt. It turns out not to be very successful and you end up being billed by the lawyers, the golfers, the doctors, the dancers, and the various other professionals their standard rate to the point you go bankrupt and and slowly insane -r.

I wish I was a pirate.

Yo Ho!!
You didn't specify what KIND of pirate, so...

..Life as a plastic animatronic pirate at Disneyland's Pirates of the Carribean ride isn't so bad...But singing "Yo Ho Yo Ho the pirates life for me" over and over all day long 7 days a week for eternaty is starting to get to you.

I wish animals could talk.